He hates him sometimes. When lips curl into a sneer beneath the mustache and blue eyes pin him to the spot, a bug on a display card, he hates him. When rough orders bark out with the expectation of immediate and unquestioned compliance, he hates him. When the gaze of steel passes over him dismissively, deeming his words, his presence unimportant, he hates him.
When some deformation of his name drawls past the sneer, he hates him.
Rarely, in the sweaty darkness when the lean body demands surrender and a single urgent whisper—Jason—brushes his ear, he…
Loves him.
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Jameson // Metallica
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